Lost At Sea

So the box they found in the sea
Wasn’t the sailor’s
One day the tide turned an unusual degree
And the pirates were called in as saviours
To collect their usual fee
And yet remain gold-thirsty
Amidst all they did;
The saving, the hostages and thieving
Grappling hooks and ropes
And a disabled rudder,
A box was lost.
For a while it drowned
But the sea belched and the box was thrown up
But it was the day of the pirates again
Vessel over vessel
The pressure of the brigs tired out the sea
And the water needed rest
And there the box stood that wasn’t the sailor’s
Floating for who cares to see…
Surviving the war in the sea
The day the pirates broke the box open to feast for gold
They found a book
One they’ve until now been unable to read.

Leonell.